dunno who writes it, but I like the blog
Sometimes people just need to open their eyes
and realize just how lucky they are to have what they have, who they have, and how much of it they have.
BIRDIE!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, this story is not about me, it is about school, and the children who inhabited my school. When I was in preschool and kindergarten, I went to a little Montessori school called Highland Park Montessori School.I was in a class with several othe children, ranging from 3 to 5 years old, with one teacher, Gabi. There were all these little activities that one could choose to do. My personal favorite had always been crushing croutons into bread crumbs to feed the class bird, Micheal. I loved Micheal, she was a parakeet that was constantly being tormented by adoring little children. She would be allowed out of her cage, and then would hop and fly around the room, terrifying those of us who didn’t quite trust something that had claws, and attempting to escape the children who, like little zombies out for brains, would chase her around while doing their zombie chant “BIRDIE! BIRDIE! BIRDIE!” Eventually, she would allow the students to stick out their arms at her, and she would select the one that seemed to be the most appealing perch. The other children would writhe in jealousy for a couple of seconds, until Micheal decided to fly from her perch. Then the whole process would repeat itself. Sometimes, she would fly down and land on someones shoulder. On the rare occasion that this did happen, the person whose shoulder was graced by Micheal’s presence would become the most revered and sacred thing in the room. Just as soon as the child got over the initial shock of their new power, and started to apply it, Micheal would fly off to some other place.
